I bit back a chuckle. After his display with Lissa inside Malley's, I was worried that Simon would be an angry drunk. Turns out, it was just the blonde woman that brought out the annoyance in him because drunk Simon was pretty darn adorable.
I finally wriggled back from him, noting his stupid grin and glassy eyes. Yep, drunk as a skunk.
I let out a tired sigh. "C'mon, you're coming home with me."
"About time, Sweetheart," Simon drawled as he slung a heavy arm around my shoulders.
I slouched as the weight of his arm sunk heavily on me.
Leaving a seething Lissa on the pavement, I placed an arm around his waist. "C'mon. My car's this way."
"Here, let me take him." Brian came around Simon's other side. I attempted to pass his heavy form off to him, but Simon suddenly stopped in his tracks.
"Who the fuck are you?" He growled at Brian; his brow etched in fury.
"He's a friend of mine, Simon. He's going to help you to my car. You're too heavy for me to carry."
Simon stood there glaring at Brian before sending me a long look heavy in betrayal.
"I can walk myself," he announced before stumbling aimlessly towards a line of cars.
Brian sent me a curious look. I gave him a small awkward smile, knowing he would wonder why Simon was acting so aggressively toward him.
I hurried after Simon and guided him by the arm toward my red Honda Civic. "This way." I spoke softly to him, as if he was a scared dog I didn't want to startle.
Simon raised his chin stubbornly as he allowed me to guide him to the passenger door. I opened it and pointed at the empty seat. "Get in," I instructed. "I'm gonna say goodnight to Brian."
Without waiting for his response, I walked towards poor Brian, who had parked three cars down from me. "I'm so sorry." I felt so guilty for cutting our night short.
Brian, ever the gentleman, just smiled before bending down to kiss my lips softly. "It's okay, Sof. These things -"
"Hey,you'reBrian?"
I turned in alarm at the sound of Simon's voice. He was coming around the cars, looking like a man on a mission.
"I am," Brian quietly confirmed.
"Oh, good."
I watched in horror as Simon grabbed the back of his hoodie before tugging it over his head.
"Oh my God," I groaned as I rushed to him.
Undeterred, he grabbed his T-shirt and yanked that off as well. He swayed forward and held the garments out to Brian.
"These belong to you. Sofia let me borrow them this morning."
"Oh my God," I swore again as I grabbed Brian's shirt and tried unsuccessfully to cover Simon's body.
"I think these are yours, too." He went to grab the waistband of his sweatpants before I quickly moved to cover his hands with mine.
"No!" I slapped his hands away and roughly turned him around, pushing him unceremoniously in the direction of my car.
"Get in," I snapped. "We're leaving."
I turned back to Brian, who was watching on in amusement. "I'm sorry," I mouthed at him. I was mortified by what Simon was insinuating. The last thing I wanted was for Brian to think I hopped straight from Simon's bed to his.
"Pfft! He drives a Prius," Simon loudly mocked, allowing himself to be led to my car.
